Urb's Multiple Choice Fan Fiction Created 19 years ago2005-02-21 11:36:27 UTC by monster_urby

ah i though you died...

The transfer to Eli?s lab was basically a few miles drive in an open top truck. It was old and shaky and smelt of dry blood from the wound that had been carried from battles earlier in the day. The guy in the back obviously didn?t have the stomach for this kind of thing, hurling his head over the edge of the rails and spraying vomit into a steaming trail behind the truck.

Mark turned to Fitz who, under the command of Holden, had been busted back to private.

?You ok?? he asked

?Yeah, fine.? Said Fitz ?It was a nightmare anyway.?

?What? You saved our Asses by getting past those zombies?

?I got 4 guys killed. Carlos. The guy who had his face eaten by that headcrab.

?Yeah.? Said Mark ?What about him??

?He was my sisters husband. The combine separated them 2 years ago. I promised them I?d get them back together.?

?You couldn?t help that.?

?I don?t know how I?m going to tell her. Such a horrible way to go. There?s no way I can explain how it happened.?

?Hey.? Said Mark ?We?re slowing down.?

He was right. The truck?s brakes where screeching wildly to try and slow the heavy, aging body of the vehicle down. Holden ran out of the cabin.

?Get out!?

The men paused and looked at each other.

?NOW!? his face was red.

The men piled out of the truck and stood in a chevron formation behind the truck. There was a house in front of them, its windows were boarded and there was a hole in the roof.

?What is it sir?? asked Tower

?We received a distress beacon from this house.? Said Holden ?We need to check it out before we carry on to Eli?s.?

Just as he finished a group of 3 men stepped from around the back of the house. They wore white armoured outfits not unlike the combine soldiers in the streets. A single red eye lens reflected the environment around them. They were holding huge machine guns, which looked like nothing a human had ever made.

The men took aim with their Mp7s at the strange men and opened fire. Holden stood back and watched.

?Holden!? yelled Fitz ?Fire damn it.?

The bullets deflected off the armour of the elite combine armour and bounced on the ground.

?Damn!? yelled Tower ?Can?t get through.?

The combine took aim and fired with their advanced weaponry. The shots where bright blue bolts of alien metal which ripped through the trucks side and consequently the driver. The tyres burst and deflated making the truck lean on one side.

?Cease fire.? Said Holden

All the men did except for Tower. He kept firing at the heads of the elites. The aimed there guns and fired. A barrage of foreign lead from 3 machine cannons ripped through Tower?s body. Blood shot out of his back and onto the side of the battered truck. He fell to his knees and flopped forwards onto his face with a loud crunch. He lay in a flood of crimson, lifeless.

?Tower!? Yelled Fitz ?God damn it.?

?Throw you?re guns over.? Ordered the combine.

?Do as they say.? Said Holden, tossing his rifle to the elites. The men hesitated and then did as they were told.

The elites marched forward to Holden. For some reason he was smiling. Did he want to die?

?From what I?ve seen Eli?s Black Mesa East is down this road for about 5 miles.? He said as he handed a grid map over to the lead combine.

?Holden!?? gasped Fitz ?What the fuck are you doing!??

The combine didn?t say anything. The leader handed the map back to the one on his right. They marched back to the house and chattered some coordinates through one of the windows. Just as they did a Gunship flew by in the direction of Eli?s place closely followed by 2 combine hunter choppers. The combine turned to Holden.

?You want you?re uniform back?? they asked

?Yeah,? Holden sneered at the men ?may as well.?

The combine disappeared around the back of the house. The men glared at Holden. He looked back, still smiling.

?I?m surprised you didn?t figure it out already.? He laughed.

?Fuck you.? Muttered Mark. There was no hesitation. He dove to Tower?s body and grabbed the Mp7 from his limp fingers. He rolled and sprayed 10 rounds into Holden?s chest. The kickback sent his body flailing and twitching backwards over the hood of the truck. There was a thud as his body hit the floor over the other side.

?Nice shot Mark.? Said Fitz

An APC rumbled around the corner and opened fire towards the men. The shots hit the truck and floor throwing up hot dust and tarmac. The men scrabbled around to the other side of the truck. Holden?s body lay in a pool of blood, which dribbled into the cracks in the road surface. The APC stormed onto the road causing the truck cover to vibrate. An elite hopped on the side of the APC and they rolled off down the road towards Eli?s Place.

?Goddamn!? said Fitz ?What now.?

?We?ve got to warn the guys at Eli?s.?

?How?? Fitz roared, ?The only radio we?ve got is at home base. We?ve just come from there. We?ve got to go and help them.?

?ARGH!? a man piped up. ?Somebody make a decision.?

A) Follow the 5 mile road to Eli?s and try and help out.

B) Return to home base and radio Black Mesa East

Not many choices today but you don?t always get a great deal of choice in combat or indeed life.

b... those elite combines will be heading down to elis.. its suicide.

Well done on killing that shithead holden. shame about tower...

a. They don't have time to go back.. do they?

A. We'd get just as mullered trying to run.

A.

A

You're fools! All of you!!! Folls i tell you! FOOOOOOLS!

/me takes his crowbar and rapes Hunter

A it is. 5 mile hike ahead.

I'm still alive.

--Chapter 5--
--Lost roads to nowhere--

?That?s it. We can?t go back? said Fitz

?Why the Hell not!?? yelled a voice from the back

?Because they can?t do anything from back there. We might as well stick back to avoid the danger and then see what we can do when we get there.?

?Ok,? said Mark ?so what do we do??

?We?ll head over to Eli?s.? Fitz sighed ?It?s 5 miles by road but I?m sure it does a U-turn and comes back around somewhere. We?ll be better cutting across the countryside. The combine will be less concentrated around there anyway.?

The men scrambled away from the road onto the grassy verge. The truck lay lifeless in the road, smoking from underneath the bonnet. Mark turned back and looked at Holden?s body.

?Asshole.? He muttered and he turned and carried on up the hill.

The men could feel the strain in there legs as they continued an uphill march off the main road. The top of the hill was in sight. They climbed up to the top and paused for a second, looking across the vast hills and fields, which were lush and green. The tall-untouched grass swayed in the breeze. To the left of them was the city. They weren?t all that far away. The citadel was still churning the ground and spewing out scanners. Airships could be seen hovering in and out of the gaps between the tall blocks.

The discovery of Eli?s lab and the supposed destination of the ?free man? had caused a rush of excitement among the combine ranks. Only the combine knew what was waiting to be rushed in from inside the infamous black tower.

?Get down!? Yelled Fitz

The men instantly hit the floor and vanished into the tall grass. The humming of rotors could be heard very close by. The combine had mobilised a lot of their infantry to take Eli?s place. Two more gigantic drop ships swept across the sky above their heads parting the grass as they went.

?I?d hate to be at Eli?s right now.? Said a voice

?Quiet.? Yelled Fitz

A third drop ship flew over and banked to the right towards the road. A few seconds after it returned with the battered truck clutched to its under belly.

?Where are they taking that Fitz?? asked Mark

?No idea.?
The drop ship vanished into the open side of the citadel, which closed up behind it.

?I guess they must be researching our technology.? Fitz pondered. ?Lets move. We can?t afford to wait around.?

The men started up into a jog across the fields, always keeping an eye out for movement. Suddenly Fitz stopped again.

?Down!? he yelled. Once again the men hit the floor.

?What the hell is it now?? Mark asked

?I saw something moving in that tree.?

?Which one?? Mark asked, ?There?s at least 10 bloody trees in that field!?

?Hey!? the tree spoke ?Who are you guys.?

?Don?t move a muscle.? Fitz whispered.

?Hello.? The voice came again. ?Identify yourself or I will open fire!?

?Damn.? Fitz said. He rose to his feet. ?Resistance team on the way to Black Mesa East!?

A figure dropped from a tree and ran through the grass as the rest of the men got to their feet. He was wearing a metro cop outfit with the mask hanging from a strap on his waist.

?Why are you dressed like that?? Fitz said. ?You?ll get killed by your own guys.?

?Hey,? he said. ?This just happens to be the best armour available. Plus it acts as a disguise.?

?What of your weapons?? asked Fitz

?Crossbow of course.? He said ?Swinging the bolt gun around from on his back.?

?Hmmm.? Fitz pondered and turned to Mark. ?I don?t know about this guy. He?s got some good weaponry on him but he comes of as a little?well?strange. You decide whether he comes with us.?

A) He can come. He?s got some good resources.

B) No! Who can say he?s not a spy? He is wearing a combine uniform and seems pretty well equipped.

I dunno... I think A... What could one guy with a crossbow do against a group of Resistance team soliders? They should just keep an eye on him :

A... Barney got the combined uniforme too... Lets just hope for the best...

A... It's strange that he's alone in some tree but what the heck let him come with them..

B.

A. Why would they bother spying on a small unimportant group heading for a base they're already attacking? If they were there to fight, he'd've just taken them down from a distance with the 'bow.

A- same reasons

A)

urban is dead again :/

indeed... hurry it up urb... Don't tell me your busy cos u cant be busy in relaxing scotland

I am busy. I live in England

I have 1 week of college and 6 assignments! ARGH!

I'll post it on monday cos i'm workin this weekend as well.

I thought you live in Scotand

he's teh liar, liar i tell ya!!!!

maybe he is scottish but lives in england?

and the award for having half a brain.... and using it... goes to "The Hunter"...

hey urb.... where the hell is this new section? its monday.. and you aint doing college work (lazy goit)

The hunter gets the trophy. Its a big brass scotty flag with the words 'brain usage' inprinted within it.

Chapter whatever is on its way.

Mark pondered and turned back to Fitz, who was looking really concerned. He was shaking his head side to side very steadily.

?I don?t see any reason to leave a fellow soldier behind.?

?Huh?? Fitz wasn?t expecting the positive response to this stranger?s tagging along. ?Oh, ok then.? He smiled and turned to the stranger.

?The names Kaufman friends.? He turned to the tree he was ?I was sitting it out in that tree as the strike team went by. You should have seen it. They had Choppers, APCs, Gun ships, the lot going in the same direction. I don?t know where they?re headed but I sure wouldn?t want to be there right now.?

?Then your lucks just run out.? Fitz said, ?They?re headed to Black Mesa East, Eli?s place, same as us. Our former leader betrayed the resistance by giving the combine the map just down the hill. Mark here did a good job of sorting him out. So if you want to tag along feel free.?

?So are you the new squad leader?? He asked Fitz, sounding somewhat sarcastic.

?As a matter of fact private Kaufman I am and I have led half of these men into hell and back.?

?Private?? Kaufman looked insulted ?You haven?t even asked me my rank. Don?t count your chickens before they?ve-?

?-Yeah whatever.? Said Fitz ?Save me the lecture. Rank??

?Captain R. Kaufman. More commonly known as Agent Kaufman.?
?Shit.? Fitz muttered under his breath.

After Fitz got his lecture from the superior officer he explained to us all that like many he had been selected by some higher power to infiltrate Civil Protection, the combine police force, and find out as much as they could. Unfortunately it seemed the cops were by no means connected to anything higher that a police chief by the name of DD. When traced these initials had been connected to the words Diminutive Data, roughly meaning ?little knowledge.? Although originally thought to be a hoax and cover DD?s trail of command was eventually followed to a computer, which contained nothing more than Civil Protection criminal records and the names of the people they had killed or captured. Nothing more.

This only uncovered one thing, despite both being modified grunts of the combine the cops and the Combine soldiers had no real connection. The police force was a counterfeit to keep an enemy occupied for a while. The real answers lay inside the citadel or another undisclosed location.

As Kaufman?s stories continued the mysteries of the combine piled to the brim of the men?s minds. He didn?t have the answers. Fitz was red in the face with embarrassment. He had once again been busted down the chain of command.

?Don?t feel so bad man.? Mark said. ?I?m sure something will happen and you?ll get back up to the top.?

?We?ll see.? Fitz headed on further to the front of the group.

?Fitz.? Called Kaufman ?Up here. The rest of you hid the dirt.?

The men looked around and then slowly lay on the floor. Mark was looking up to Fitz and Kaufman. What was going on?

?Look.? Said Kaufman ?I?ve never led a squad before. I?m an inside operative and as far as I can tell were going to have some trouble with this bit. I want you to lead the assault.?

?What??

?Look over the ridge.?

Fitz moved to the edge of the ridge and gasped. He quickly hit the floor, his mouth full of grass. The hill led down to a small rock face, which formed the south bank of the canal. On the other side was a cargo ship gate. Fitz could just see the number of the wall. Gate 5.

The gate had seemingly already been attacked. The gates were lying in the shallow water and a bunch of metal girders, which were cable bound together to form a sort of battering ram was hanging from the huge cargo crane. The tower above the cargo area was riddled with bullet holes. The place was a mess and whatever had happened had sure riled the combine. They were running about the place setting up guns and hover ships occasionally skimmed down the river and back with an APC or Personnel carrier lashed to the bottom.

?Jesus.? Said Fitz

?Only problem is we need to get past that if you want to get to Eli?s.? Kaufman said

?But not only are we outnumbered, were out gunned and there?s no way we?ll get across the river unnoticed.?

?I know I know.? Kaufman?s eyes were set of something ?One of their APCs would make the journey a hell of a lot easier though. I have a few ideas of how to get in there but its completely up to you. Like you said. These men have already been to Hell and back for you once.?

?Ok. I don?t want a massacre though.?

?Ok. We can either get around the primary defences somehow we could stand a chance to attack them from the inside out.?

?Ok.? Said Fitz ?I?m a bit curious as to how to get by those defences.?
?Yeah. Ok. I guess that?s a little tricky. My second plan isn?t exactly the best I?ve had either.?

?What is it.?

?I?ve got the uniform.? If I could take out a sentry with my bow and get inside I would look like one of them. Then if I found a way to deactivate a section of the defences you guys could get by no problem.?

What should they do? (Story style may change dependant on choice)

A) Run in guns blazing (action style)

B) Get Kaufman to creep in and get them through (Stealth Style)

C) Try and find a way around this station (keep it normal)

b

B.

B)

A... or c...

I see no reason to trust Kaufman... he said his rank AFTER he had learned Fitz's......

What proof does he have? he could be another traitor.. shoot him and go round

A keen observation there Hunter. However it appears the majority of the people trust him.

Keep voting. That means you who haven't.

B. Stealth style is teh best

Ah there he is. Thats all i was waiting for. B) Stealth mode it is. Yay!

By the way the next part may be up relativly quickly because at the minute i'm spewing document upon document into Word for college so a fan fiction would actually be a good way to relax.

B. even though it's already decided :).

puts on black hat and awaits fitz's death

i just know he's next.

Goddamnit Hunter! Shhhh...!!!

/me hits Hunter with the "Post" button

ow!
/me hits SpaG with URB

i'm teh 1000th viewer

Tick tock tick tock...

STILL waiting!

lol.

Got hold back.

I'm back at college tomorrow so i'll put it up then. Thanks for being patient.

Chapter 6
Death in the Shadows

?Ok,? said Fitz looking into the bustling outpost. ?You get in there and get us a way through.

?Got it.? Said Kaufman. He ran to the top of the ridge and lay flat on his stomach. It was getting late. The bases lighting system had come on, carving up the sky with floodlights. The light dots shivered on the surface of the water. The sky was a mixture of red and purple as the sun slowly descended below the horizon. ?Shepard?s delight.?

From here the base layout was fully visible, like a recognisance map showing every intricate detail and enemy position. A single sentry was marching on the bank of the river, kicking a pebble across the shallow water. Kaufman knew that this was the easiest part of the mission, clearing his own way into the base. It could be accomplished with a single shot. Getting the other guys through would be much harder.

He aimed at the unwary combine, following his path very smoothly through the scope with a crosshair pasted on the side of the victim?s head. He squeezed the trigger, the kickback forcing the bows brace into his shoulder. The bolt smashed into the side of the combine?s mask. The impact forced a small amount of brain matter out onto the dirt bank. Kaufman rose to his feet and pelted down the hill. He reached the bottom, his legs burning and his ankles throbbing.

He froze as he noticed a gunship on the horizon, scanning the riverbanks. His eyes darted back to the bloody corpse on the edge of the river.

?Oh fuck!? He sprinted across the river, water splashing up his back making him shiver. He reached the opposing bank and dragged the corpse across underneath a collapsed pier. He swung the mask around from his back and pressed it to his face. It let out a hiss as the miniature airlocks sealed the mask in place. Just in time, the beam of light from the gunship swept over him like a sheet of light. He gave a casual wave and the gunship moved on. ?Phew. That was too close.?

He climbed a ladder, which led up the side of the structures concrete supports. He climbed over the top and squatted behind some waterlogged crates. He reached round to the crossbow on his back and set it down on the ground behind the crates. Combine soldiers didn?t carry this kind of weaponry. He took out his next weapon of choice. A small screwdriver slightly tarnished with blood. It was small but lethal and it helped keep kills clean and silent.

The next target was only a few feet away. A metro cop was cleaning blood of an APC?s wheel arch. Kaufman couldn?t resist. He was in disguise after all. He stepped out, the screwdriver concealed in the back of his belt.

?What are you doing?? he asked

?What?s it look like.? Said the combine ?I?m cleaning the crap off this APC. My fault it?s like this I suppose.?

?How the hell did you get blood all over it?? Kaufman asked

?Hit a citizen on his way out of the city.? He said. ?I don?t know why they got mad though. It got the job done. Plus it was bloody hilarious the way he just crippled under the wheels.?

Kaufman played along, chuckling as he reached for the screwdriver. He had heard enough. He rammed the thing down into the top of the combine?s skull. The tip punched through the spongy mask with ease and crunched as it entered the brain. The combine?s arms went tense, squeezing the water out of the cloth he was holding, then he went limp. Kaufman whipped the driver back into his belt as he rapped on the side of the APC. The side hatch opened and he stuffed the body inside, sealing it again when he was done.

He rose to his feet and checked the floor for blood. To his satisfaction, apart from the damp cloth, there was no sign of a killing. He moved off into the nearest warehouse and again hid to access his current situation. Two fully armoured soldiers were supervising a cop working on a hunter chopper. He over heard chunks of their conversation.

?Took quite a beating apparently. The other chopper hasn?t been found yet but I heard that Freeman shot it down from his boat.?

?Took down a hunter??

?Yeah, somehow he got his hands on a gauss cannon and blasted a whole platoon of cops, crippled a couple of APC?s destroyed another and took out a chopper.?

?That must be some boat.?

?Not anymore.? sniggered one of the soldiers ?They found it at Eli?s in the harbour. They?ve destroyed the fucker.?

Kaufman moved around to the side of some huge shipping crates and out of the back door. Maybe the squad could have taken on the heavily armed combine but he was alone with a screwdriver as his primary weapon. Destroying the chopper would have slowed the combine for a while though. Also it would have been a great distraction. Then again the side gate just outside came out onto the main canal. The perfect bypass for the squad but searchlights were sweeping it non-stop.

What should he do?

A) Destroy the chopper and shift the squad through without any trouble.

B) Keep it quite and get the squad to storm the main canal path

C) Continue searching for another route through the base.

hmm i like both B and C choises :/ emm... maybe B.. or C
C <--

Some action whould be great but im gone take the safer one
C

C a little too risky too attempted either.

B.

By the way Urbanela, you switched from Kaufman to Mark and back at one point.

B

there all risky, so id have to say B

Corrected that, G_KID.

C first.